A/N: This is it. The final installment. I still can't believe this was originally supposed to be a one-shot. So I decided to write a sequel - which turned out to be Chapter 2. Then it just snowballed into twenty chapters plus an epilogue. I've enjoyed writing this story very much and hope you've enjoyed it too. I hope you love this epilogue like I do. So without further ado, here is the epilogue to Right in front of you. ENJOY!
THE 'RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU' EPILOGUE
One year later...
"I can't believe we're finally married," Lois says as they step inside the elevator that will take them to their wedding reception.
"I know," smiling back at her as he presses the top button. Once the elevator doors close, he immediately pulls her into his arms and gives her a passionate kiss.
"Can't you wait until later when we're alone in our hotel room?" her head falling back as his lips move down to the base of her throat.
"You know I can't wait that long," he murmurs as his hands move down to her backside and squeezes it.
"Do you really want our first time together as a married couple in an elevator?" she asks.
He removes his lips and gazes into her eyes. "As I recall, our first time ever WAS in an elevator," he replies.
"And as I recall, it was you who started it," she counters.
He's about to respond when the elevator suddenly grinds to a halt; throwing them both against the back wall of the elevator.
"What the hell?" she exclaims. He looks up and x-rays the ceiling above.
"Well?" tapping her foot impatiently.
"It looks like one of the gears is stuck," he finally says.
"Can you fix it?" she asks him.
"Very easily," he replies, but not making a move.
"So why aren't you moving?" her eyes narrowing slightly at him.
He smiles back at her. "Don't you think it's fate that we're stuck in an elevator at the beginning of our married life together?" his arms wrapped tightly around her.
"What are you saying? That we're stuck with each other?" she asks him; a curious look on her face.
"I'm happy to be stuck with you, Lois Lane-Kent," softly kissing her lips.
"Good answer," she whispers; kissing him again.
"Are you sure you want to wait until tonight?" he murmurs; leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses down to her cleavage.
"I...umm..." moaning a little as his hand moves to the zipper of her dress.
"I was hoping you'd say that," pulling the zipper downwards...
Three years later...
"One more push," Clark tells Lois.
"I can't do it," her head falling backwards.
"Of course you can," grasping her hand and kissing it. "You can do anything you set your mind to," he adds.
"I can't do this," she whispers. "I'm just so tired," closing her eyes.
"Yes you can," he says in a reassuring voice.
"How can you say that?" opening her eyes again to look up at him.
"Because I believe in you," comes his reply.
She swallows thickly; her eyes glistening a little. "Really?" her voice breaking a little.
"Really," smiling up at her. "Now just one little push and our baby will be here."
"Okay, but I'm only doing this for you," sitting partly up. "Tell me when," her hands resting on the floor behind her for support.
"Now," he tells her.
She scrunches her face up as she pushes one more time; collapsing back down. Then she hears the sounds of crying. "What's that?" opening her eyes and looking back at Clark.
"It's our baby girl," a look of utter joy on his face as he turns the baby in his arms to show her. "Isn't she beautiful?"
Her mouth drops open at the sight of her daughter. "She is beautiful," the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"She looks just like you," Clark whispers softly as he caresses the baby's cheek.
"Can I hold her?"
"Of course," he replies.
She sits up and extends her arms out, then Clark carefully lays the baby in her arms. "She does look like me," marveling at the little person in her arms. "But I have a feeling she's going to be more like you," looking up at her husband with the biggest smile.
That's the moment when the baby opens her eyes and looks up at Lois. Lois stares at Clark with surprise. "Her eyes are opened already?"
"She is half-kryptonian after all," he quips. "You were right though," he adds. "She has blue eyes like me."
"Never doubt me about these things," winking at him.
"I won't," still smiling. He stands up and looks down at his wife. "We really need to get you to the hospital. Emil is waiting for us."
"Alright," not looking at him because she can't tear her eyes away from the baby in her arms.
Just then the elevator doors finally open. "My wife just had a baby," he announces to the crowd of people outside the elevator...
Two years later...
"Are we there yet?"
"We'll be there in a minute honey," Lois frowns as she watches Clark struggle with the presents. "Couldn't you have flown them up to your Moms balcony first?" the frown still on her face.
"And risk being seen by that crowd of Christmas shoppers? No way," setting them down on the elevator floor at last. "Whew," wiping his forehead and resting against the back wall of the elevator.
Lois feels a tug on her skirt and looks down at her daughter. "What is it honey?" stooping down to gaze at her.
"Are we seeing grandma yet?"
"I hope so," looking up and glaring at Clark. "I think it'll be a good idea if you press the button, Smallville."
"Alright, alright," shaking his head in exasperation as he pushes the button for Martha's floor.
"I just hope we don't get stuck again," a frown on his face as the doors close. "That seems to happen to us a lot," he mutters under his breath.
"What did you just say?" she asks in a snippy voice.
He looks over at her; a perplexed look on his face. "What the heck is wrong with you lately? You've been nothing but crabby and..." his voice trailing off as something occurs to him.
She looks over at him. "Now what?" rolling her eyes.
He walks over to her and pulls her into his arms. "Lois, are you pregnant?" caressing her face with his fingers.
"I didn't want to tell you in the elevator of all places," suddenly bursting into tears. She finally looks up at him with tears still rolling down her cheeks.
"Lois, honey, I don't care where you tell me. I love you and our daughter so much. And I already love this new baby," one of his hands moving from her waist to caress her stomach.
"You do?" biting her lip anxiously.
"Of course I do," taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing her eyes with it. "I've loved you ever since..."
"...since the first time we got stuck in the elevator six years ago?" sniffling a little.
"I think I loved you even before that and didn't know it, but it was when we were stuck in that elevator that I finally realized that you were the one I needed," putting the handkerchief away. "I am so glad that the elevator broke down when it did because it made me realize how much I loved you."
"You always know what to say to make me feel better," lightly punching him on the arm.
"It's a gift," chuckling a little.
She looks at him curiously. "What's so funny?"
He smiles back at her. "I was just thinking about all those years I spent pining for the wrong girl when the one I really needed was right in front of me the entire time."
"Well I'm glad you realized it before it was too late," softly kissing him.
"Me too," kissing her back.
"Are we there yet?"
Both Clark and Lois look down at their daughter and smile at her. Then the elevator doors open to a smiling Martha.
"Grandma," she exclaims; running into Martha's arms.
They both watch as Martha lifts up her granddaughter and twirls her around. Clark turns to Lois and pulls her back into his arms for another kiss as the elevator doors close again.
THE END